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Monthly Archives: September 2015
In the morning I’m full
In the morning I’m full of vim and vigor Nighttime waters have refreshed my soul Daylight distorts Monuments appear to be solid (but look away and they disappear) and people bark orders You who live among these shadows cry out … Continue reading
i like how you look
i like how you look in the morning best of all, your face softened by dreaming, your voice softened too, just one or two words— a mumble, a broken egg, my breakfast
✿ rush hour
A rush of desires greets me every morning, the desire to be outside in my chair and admire the plants I put in the ground and watered to their present state of exuberance, the desire to fuck the woman I … Continue reading
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